Eucalyptus & Honey |H.S.|

Chapter 31 - I Know You Mean It

I woke up to the sound of a loud clatter on my bedroom floor.

My heart knocked against my chest at the sudden noise, and the sudden disruption from sleep. I pried my eyes open and found the moon still high in the sky, providing the only illumination to my room.

I did a quick sweep of the room with my eyes, finding nothing that could have been the source for waking me up. My brows furrowed and my eyes threatened to slide shut again at the grogginess I felt, but the memory of the noise unsettled me, so I turned my gaze to the floor to see if anything had fallen.

Much to my relief, and irritation, as I looked over my bed, I realized it had been my phone that had clattered loudly to the floor. I must've fallen asleep while waiting for Harry's response and forgot to set it down.

The phone was face down on the floor, and I dreadfully picked it up, assessing for any damage due to the impact with the hard floor. As I turned it around, I found a large crack straight down the middle of the dark screen. It was too dark to fully gauge the damage, but I groaned at the fact that I would now have to replace the screen.

I pressed the screen to check the time—and, admittedly, to see if Harry had finally responded—but when the phone remained black, I realized it had died too.

I let out an irritated sigh before reaching for the charger on my nightstand, and promptly plugging my phone in. I was still exhausted, but something told me to stay awake until the phone screen turned on again.

Maybe I was just desperate for any response from Harry. But I was too tired to give a fuck if I was desperate.

I rubbed my hands over my eyes to ensure that they stayed open as I waited for the phone screen to light up again. I was becoming unnecessarily impatient, and my fingers began to play with the rings that I had forgotten to take off as well.

I couldn't explain it, but I just had a feeling that there was a reason I had woken up. And something told me that it had everything to do with Harry.

But that 'something' could very well be anxiety rather than my actual intuition speaking to me.

I bit my nails and fully sat up in bed with my back pressed against the headboard. Suddenly, the screen to my phone lit up, providing the only other bright illumination for the room.

Quicker than I was proud of, I picked up my phone and checked for any messages or calls I had missed.

To my complete fucking surprise, I had both, as well as a voicemail from Harry.

I also saw that it was two in the morning, and that Harry had called me about forty-five minutes ago. Which seemed extremely unusual for him to be calling me in the middle of the night.

I clicked on the text message first, with my heart thundering in my ears—inexplicably nervous, and all thoughts of exhaustion already leaving me.

I read the text over and felt ridiculous when my heart began racing for a completely different reason now.

H: No, I'm the idiot, you're the angel. I miss you, too, Stevie

He knew exactly what to fucking say to me, I swear. I could already feel the hands of forgiveness beginning to stitch my heart back together, but I pushed down the feeling. Even if my stupid heart was ready to forgive him, it didn't mean my brain was. I needed to talk to him first.

I didn't respond, deciding to click on the voicemail next. As I saw the length of the message, my heart jumped in my chest, and my brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and concern. It was nearly two minutes long, and I had no fucking idea what to expect from a message that long and that was made at one in the morning.